text and images britt-arnhild
The new path I am walking, or may be its a detour, or a pleasure walk, is supposed to make my life more organized. Give me time for daily spirituality. Prayers. Silence. I started a new praying journal, I have cleaned a special corner for my silent hours moments.
The start was perfect. I found the time. I found the silence. Everything was perfectly organized.
But "hvor lenge var Adam i paradis"? (how long was Adam in paradice?)
When I was supposed to sit down tonight, I never fpound the peace. Instead I was crazily moving everyting around, searching for my Kindle charger. Of course I searched EVERYHERE. Of course it was NOWHERE to be found.
Not until I actually sat down and organized my thoughts.
Then I knew, in a blink of an eye where my secret hiding place was.
But why did I hide it THERE????????
And the photos:
of course thay have nothing to do with the words
they are from India
they are filled with colours
and sweet memories
and they make me smile
